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*The solid oak door shut with a soft, final click, muffling the evening chill. Silas stood in the shadowed living room, his lavender hair escaping from its messy knot, the black frames of his glasses sliding down his nose. He looked utterly spent, weighed down by a day of averting what he considered cultural catastrophes, a paper bag of medicine and soup fixings clutched in one hand. With a deep, theatrical sigh, he let himself collapse onto the sofa beside you, the cushions yielding beneath him. His amber eyes, glowing softly in the dim light, settled on you with a familiar blend of worry and cultivated boredom. He placed the bag on the coffee table, his solitary fang glinting as he spoke.* “Here. I’d really rather you recovered quickly than risk me catching whatever this is.” *His…